[C] Flappy Bird

[Speaking in Arabic so translations are not given]

Amar kept his golden eyes on his phone, walking around the mansion without having to glance up. He would say that it took a lot of practice and elven hearing to be able to do this, to anyone that seemed a little amazed. Really, it was pretty simple.

Thumb flicking his tumblr dash down (bless this crusty ass mansion for having wifi) he opened to door to the game rooms. It was the first room he looked for earlier and the room where he could probably find his brother: Tik.

His brother was indeed in the games room.

The man had wandered off earlier that day to explore when the two of them had first appeared in the mansion and had quickly found the games room.

He'd decided he would set up camp there. He knew Amr would appear at some point. He just had to be patient.

His version of being patient was laying on one of the large leather couches in the room messing around with his phone. He didn't see why he needed one of these. The only person he ever needed to talk to was Amr and finding the man was pretty simple. All he had to do was set a starbucks coffee down and wait.

This stupid phone wasn't necessary.

His thumb hovered over an app that had bought his brother no end of trouble and he hesitated for a moment before opening it up.

What could one game of flappy bird hurt if Amr didn't know about it?

"Hey."

Amr graced his brother with a glance before his eyes were glued back to the blue glowing screen.

Was that a galaxy with an inspirational quote? Reblog.

Dropping down next to his brother, he rested his head on his hand and crossed his legs. He already explored the room - and it did exceed his standards. He expected a worn pool tables and a dusty chess set in the games room. Instead he got numerous of consoles and games, with a modern television.

"Ahlan," the man replied distractedly as his thumb pressed against the screen over and over again.

One.

Two.

Three.

He shifted when Amr sat down next to him, foot pressing against Amr's side and pushing him away.

Four.

The little potato shit died. Fuck. He growled a soft curse under his breath as he pushed himself up a little and restarted the game.

Amr let himself slide across the couch as Tik pressed his foot into his side, all too used to it. But not enough to leave it be, and not slap it with his free hand. 

Gloden eyes would of stayed on the screen, if it was not for that noise.

That 'flap' that brings tears to children and adults alike.

The ding that brings hope to it's players.

And finally the little sad tune that brought nightmares to many.

A cheeky grin in place, he turned to his cursing brother.

"What are you playing?"

The man grunted under his breath in response to the question.

One. Two.

FUCK!

Tik tossed his phone, crossing his arms over his chest and sinking down against the couch with a dark expression.

He wasn't playing anything.

He doubted he'd be playing anything any time soon. He hadn't been all that gentle with his phone when he had tossed it. He wouldn't be surprised if he had accidentally damaged it.

He laughed at his brother reaction before it hit him.

Metaphorically and figuratively.

"Ow."

He rubbed his chest where the corner of the Iphone hit him (one of the older models, he gave it too him when he could not stand seeing the brick in his brothers hand - with was an older version of the Iphone).

"You could of damaged it doing that."

He picked it up looking it over with a frown. A small dent in the corner leading to a crack.

"Not that you have done that already."

He carefully placed the phone next to his brother before leaning back into the position he was in on the couch.

Tik just grunted again in response.

He hated that stupid game already and he'd only played it twice.

Never again was he going to play that stupid game. Okay, maybe once... He wanted to get past ten at least once. Ten was a good number to aim for, right?

The man's gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"It is just a phone."

"It's not 'just a phone'. It is an Iphone 5. Do you know how much they cost? A lot."

Not that he ever paid much attention to the price. As long as it was a new model: he wanted it.

"Plus it is a lot more better then the old thing you had. It is lighter, smaller and has a bigger screen. Plus it is just generally better in performance and you can run more apps on it." 

That reminded him. The cheeky grin appeared again.

"Like the game you were just enjoying."

Tik, with a lot of experience through numerous practice attempts, zoned out of Amr's one-sided conversation and laid quietly as his eyes slid shut.

Tik genuinely didn't care about technology.

Or about half of the things that Amr talked about.

"Enjoying is a long stretch of the truth even for you," he murmured softly.

Tik definitely hadn't been enjoying the game he'd been playing.

Amr snorted.

"What is your high score?"

He did not expect it to be that high. All the more reason to ask. 

He loved beating his brother in one way or another. The majority of times it was only in video games, and he took every opportunity to exploit that.

Tik ignored his brother with practiced ease.

His high score was dreadfully low and he didn't want his brother finding out about it.

He could only imagine what the younger man would say or do if he found out about his pitiful high score.

His tongue laved over the numerous piercings in his lip slowly.

So he was not answering?

It must be disgustingly low. 

All the more reason to find out.

"Well, if you are not going to tell me."

Leaning back across the couch, he moved to snatch up the phone.

Tik didn't move as Amr leaned over him.

It took a lot of effort for him to not grab his little brother and physically hold him back from grabbing his phone.

His many years spent trying to tolerate Amr as they travelled together was paying off, he decided as he laid still.

One way or another Amr would have found out that he couldn't play flappy bird for shit. Fighting the inevitable was pointless.

Turning on the game he pressed the play button and let the bird pitifully fall to it's end. 

His grin stretched wider in a victorious glee.

"Four? Really? I am am sure children have a better score then this."

He quickly brought his own phone up, letting the same fate happen to the bird again, before shoving in his brothers face.

"One-hundred and twenty-two."

One golden eye cracked open as his brother pushed the phone in his face.

He stared at the screen for a moment.

He had expected his brother to be much better than him at the game. It seemed Amr always was. He always won when they played games.

The man's hand snapped up, gripping Amr's ponytail and yanking on it mercilessly.

This was his silent stand against Amr's mocking laughter.

Amr let out a hiss as his pony-tail was yanked on, moving in the direction of the pull. His free hand grabbing the root of it in worry he would pull his hair out.

"Okay, okay, you can let go now. I won't laugh. Promise."

He had made plenty of empty promises before - but this was not one of them. Maybe.

Amr was full of empty promises like that. "I promise I wont laugh" was a common one.

He gave the man's hair a rough yank in warning before loosening his grip a little.

He'd give the man the benefit of the doubt one time.

It was probably a horrible decision.

"Were you not exploring the area?"

He let out another sharp hiss as his hair was yanked. And probably not for the final time.

"I found where the food is kept. That is good enough."

The younger elf slumped back in the side of couch, legs curled defensively up at his chest. He leaned his chin on his knee's, opening up instagram to scroll through that.

"This place is a bit weird. Goes from some gloomy place to this." He waved his hand over the to one of the televisions. 

"And when we were going to Italy, I was imaging more Rome or Venice."

Imagine the likes on his instagram posts then.

Tik's eyes flickered open at the mention of food.

"I'm hungry," he murmured in a soft voice.

He hadn't eaten in a while and now the mention of food has come up, reminding him how hungry he actually was.

His entire attention span had turned to the food conversation, letting his brother's bitching about their location in Italy fly over his head.

His piercing golden gaze stared at his brother silently and firmly as he waited for his brother to notice. He was hungry. He wanted food. Good food. Like dates.

Tik liked dates.

He felt his brothers gaze on him as he shifted through the instagram posts. He tried to ignore it, focusing on some dumb picture teenagers took, but he couldn't get to the bottom of the dash. Sighing, he closed it.

Lazily turning his head over to his brother, he stared right back.

It was not too difficult too work out what he wanted. He has gotten that look numerous of times before.

"Really?"

Tik grunted when Amr returned his request for food with a question.

He raised a foot and planted it against the younger man's side, pushing it firmly until Amr tumbled off the couch.

"Hungry," he repeated.

He wanted food.

Dates. He wanted dates.

Tumbling off the couch, he let out a little yelp. Really, he should of anticipated this. 

Rubbing his head, he stood back up. Golden eyes glaring. 

"Fine, fine."

Grumbling under his breath, he left his brother and he made his way too the kitchen.

He stood at the entrance, staring the kitchen down. What was the easiest to grab?

Grabbing a few apples and bananas, he bent down to look in the cupboard. Ready made packet fruit? Yep. Five minute microwave rice? Nope. 

Whatever that was instant and only required opening the packet he took he added to his stash. The bundle in his arms getting bigger and bigger. 

Maybe he should get something to drink as well?

Opening the walk in fridge, he grabbed a bottle of milk and walked back out of the kitchen. This should keep them both satisfied. He was starting to feel a little hungry himself.

Entering the games room again, he dumped to bundle on the leather couch.

"Here you go."

If he did not like what he brought - he can get it himself.

Tik laid back, waiting patiently for his brother.

He loved that his brother would do this for him. Tik could be as lazy as he wanted to be at times like this and Amr would do what he asked without fight.

The man looked up when Amr entered the room again.

"Dates?" he asked hopefully.

Did his brother manage to find a pack of dates for him?

"Dates?"

He looked down at the pile, trying to relocate if he picked any up.

"No dates. They didn't have any."

A lie. Really, he did not bother searching.

Grabbing the bottle of milk, he unscrewed the lid and drank from it as he settled back down on the couch.